This chapter takes place three weeks after Daryl proposed, enjoy chapter nine!
Daryl was roasting squirrel outside of the house, and Beth was collecting firewood. She walked back with the birch wood, and dumped it next to the fire pit. She was starting to feel sick. The smell of the squirrel was making her want to gag. Daryl noticed she was looking a bit pale. "Everythin' alright?" he asked. She nodded "Yeah. I'm fine. I'll go get more firewood." she said, as she walked into the woods. After she was deep into the forest, she leaned over and threw up. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve. "No…" she groaned. Beth leaned up against a tree as tears streamed down her face.
Beth wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt, and continued to look for wood. She couldn't believe that this was happening again. She didn't want it to, not after what happened last time. She kept trying to reassure herself that everything was going to be ok, but it never would be. Not as long as the walkers were still alive. Beth continued gathering sticks off the ground, and after a while she started walking back to the house. She tried to forget about it, but she couldn't. All of these thoughts kept running through her head. Thoughts like, "I can't do this alone." and "Its not safe to raise a kid like this." she was starting to tear up again as soon as she reached the house. Beth brought the sticks over to Daryl and dropped them in the other pile. "Hey Beth, I was wondering if you wanted to go hunting later?" he asked her. She didn't reply. "Beth?" then Beth broke down crying, and she fell to her knees.
Daryl walked over to her and knelt down. He wrapped his arms around her. "Beth what's wrong?' he asked. "I don't want a kid." she whispered. "I don't." Daryl was sitting there in shock. If this was really happening again, then this time it was going to be different. This kid was going to survive, no matter what happened. "I'll always be here for you." he said. He kissed the top of Beth's head. "I swear."
